Camoflage

The plumber hasn’t shown and I’m freezing. It’s 5C outside and sunny, but there is a most biting wind.   So I have to confess I’ve come in early (5pm) for a defrost, a cup of tea and wheat bag.

I didn’t get to another flower bed. Instead I realised that I need to have the part of the potting shed painted where the water butts are to go.   Manu doesn’t know about the long list of tasks I’m preparing for tomorrow. But I need to get the water butts linked up to the guttering pipe and start to store all this lovely winter water.

So I have had to put on the painting gear again and do half a wall.   And it’s green, but still a rather bright colour.   I was thinking that in the same way some people wear black in an effort to appear smaller, then trying to paint a large wooden building green isn’t going to make it look more inconspicuous.   It’s just going to be less yellow.

It’s still a wooden building sticking out of the landscape like a shed.   We just don’t have the evergreen trees to disguise it the way Jean Daniel, my neighbour, would like.   This is a chestnut farm after all. Deciduous. But I will plant climbers to try and soften it a bit.   And once I finally get things tidied around the exterior it will feel a whole lot better. For all of us.   I see Jean Daniel drive past with a pained expression on his face as he looks down at the mighty building.

And I don’t suppose having all my water butts a screamingly bright primary colour blue helps.

Ah well. At least his cat is happy.   I came up to the shed this morning and there was Artur fast asleep on the cushions on the chair.